Left Behind (18+)

Chapter 9: My Name Is Martin Hernandez

I walked back to the van and I'm trying to think about what to say what the hell went out there with Cat.

what if she was forced to do that? no she couldn't have considering she was alone. maybe she was delusional? but delusional people don't often try to bite your damn face off. I didn't want to think of the fact that she is a cannibal because then there could be more which would really fuck me up right now.

then at this moment I was in terrible shock, there was a horde of people running towards me. I quickly open the back door to the van and hop in. I slammed the doors shut.

Martin what the hell I was sleeping.

"start the car!"

she didn't hesitate to ask questions, she immediately hopped over the seat and tried to start the van.
Its not starting!!

"keep trying"

I went into our bag of supplies and pulled out the biggest weapon I can find, the Ak-47 a assault rifle. it was cold as my hands came into contact with it. I kicked open the backdoor and began firing at the horde of people. it was useless because the recoil was way to strong and most of the bullets just barely affected some of them. "Hurry up Cat!" the car finally started and I was slightly relieved. I painstakingly closed the doors since I was holding the gun which was too heavy so I didn't want to fall out.

Martin...we're out of gas.

she begins to shed tears, I hop over the seat and hold my hand against her face and try to persuade her we will make it through this.

"Cat, Cat! look at me , we will live and we will be out of this godforsaken place but I need you to stay calm"
my words didn't really do much, she was still in tears and I was buried way beneath my fear. they began pounding against the van, the interior walls of the van started bulging with fists formed walls. I pushed Cat to the back seat as I jumped backwards, one of them is slamming their head against the window repeatedly.

I grabbed ahold of Cat because one of us needs to make a sacrifice.
"I love you Catalina"

Don't say that Martin, please! Don't say it like you're gonna die!

I let her go and I reached into the bag and grab out flares and a grenade. I stuffed the grenade into my pocket and I lit the flare. I kicked open the door and slammed it shut as soon as I was outside, one of them had taken a bite at my shoulder but I managed to shove him off. I ran away from the van with the flare in my hand lit and I swung it high as I could while I ran. then there goes the magic, they all follow me. I was far enough to end this. I cocked the grenade and ran towards them , this is how I'm going to die, I accept it.
I whispered as I ran.
"lord give me strength, I shall be at the gates of heaven or either hell but keep the one I love safe for I shall repay my debt to you my heavenly father amen"

I crashed into them tackling down about 3 of them, the rest jump on ontop of me tearing my flesh from my neck, one of them grab a sharp rock and jabbed it against my scar across my chest and reopened it, there I had passed away and the grenade was no longer being cocked, as I had released it, the blood of everyone had painted the ground red of blood including my own.